[He’s a not-dead, not-alive anomaly of a guy at the moment; “interesting” is definitely what he meant. He surveys the other guy briefly with eyebrows lifted, attempting to scrutinize and discern the age of Keith here. He’d guess something similar to Gabe’s own. Or, you know, Gabe’s apparent age of seventeen or so. Give or take the sixteen of those years he spent dead.]
Can you swim? [He snaps it out abruptly, like it’s a challenge.]
no subject
Can you swim? [He snaps it out abruptly, like it’s a challenge.]